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Well, let me first say that I'm sooo glad I finally got up the balls to get it done. I started researching what piercing I would get here at BME. Early on I decided that the first one would be a frenum. A dydoe ladder is next after I finish the rest of the frenums. I'm going to get 3 more that go around the shaft, circling it in a "frenum collar?"While browsing around BME I noticed the inkslingers ball was two days away. Thank god. I had been wanting to do this for months now. And even though one local tattoo shop did genital piercing, The overall atmosphere just gave me a bad feeling. Plus my buddies wife got her nipple and navel done there, when I was with them. And when a tuff chick like her yelps loud enough to hear her in the lobby, then you have to question the handler. So when I saw the inkslingers I thought, score! Some experienced people are coming to town.
The drive down there was taking an eternity. I only live an hour away, but I thought half the day went away. The other half was waiting for my turn in line at the Stigma booth.:) now unlike the local tattoo shop, I felt real comfortable here, tons of experience, the prices were right, and enough freaks to make you feel warm and cozy:)
My Fiancee wasn't happy with the idea so we went straight to the piercing section anyway to look at jewelry for her navel piercing ."diversionary tactic". The girl working the counter at the biggest jewelry case was totally lost. Any simple question stumped here and sent her back into a piercing booth to bug the piercer. So I cut out the questions and asked if they had any openings. So she bugged him one more time and returned with the answer,
No.
My heart dropped, I drove down here to get it done and now I'm screwed. So we finished looking at the rest of the jewelry in the case, and sat down on the step that goes around the balcony to finish our $6 budweiser's, yikes! Then a girl walks behind me and asks the third booth behind the counter to get some work done. I here them say a half an hour wait! The girl didn't ask the other piercers behind her! I hopped up and had a quick conversation with the guy behind the counter. I told him I wanted a frenum, and as deep as possible. So it wouldn't migrate. He said a 12 gauge 5/8 would work. The gauge seemed a little big which caused some anxiety. But I was soo happy I was going to get it done that I didn't care. I picked out the jewelry, and gave it to them to throw in the autoclave. Now the worst part, waiting.......
He guy your next.
I turned around from a boredom trance and proceeded behind the curtain. Then I met Didier Suarez; he had like two-inch lobes, and a flesh tunnel that went through the middle of his ear! Now I felt comfortable again. We had a quick conversation about what would happen and aftercare. During this conversation somebody from in front bumped the table I was sitting on hard enough to jar it. That thought made me uncomfortable. Needle in hand, ready to stick, and some idiot will bump the table and give me an ampallang by accident! We acted like it didn't happen. But if someone had done it one more time I would have said something in a heartbeat. He asked me to lay on the table and pull down my pants. Then he took a toothpick and some tattoo ink and marked me. He confirmed the straightness with my fiancee, or almost straightness. At that point it hit me, what about the pain? He said it's just a surface piercing, nothing serious like an ampallang or anything. He said you can't control the pain, so focus on something you can control like your breathing. Breathe in through your chest and out your stomach. Sneaky bastard. When he gave the example I was getting the concept in my head so.... I breathed in and let it out.... Pinch... I was waiting for an OK now breathe but when he saw me concentrating on my breathing he ran the needle through. I don't know if the three beers helped or the breathing but it just felt like someone flicking you with their finger. I pulled up my pants, thanked him, we bought some show shirts and left.
I had a little swelling but never any blood. My penis curves a little to the left so where he hit me was symmetrical to the head but when erect it curves slightly. Not a biggie. The only thing I would have changed would be to get marked while erect. I've been very anal about cleaning it. Except for today. I was late for work and had to dress and go. I'll post some pics of this and the rest of the work as it progresses.
It's been almost two weeks and we've already had sex a couple times. Now she swears by it! I would recommend didier to anybody. Instead of Stigma, he should call his shop "painless Piercing".
Boz